Doutu Continent

Draw memories of the Holy Demon Emperor

In the drizzle of Weilong City, Shan Xuan took more than a dozen of his subordinates who survived the disaster, and tightly protected his young master.

The lightning and thunder all over the sky have subsided, but Shan Xuan still trembles uncontrollably when he thinks about it now.

Ye Mofan!This person is too terrifying, he really is the young master's old enemy!

Shan Xuan looked at the font that was floating in the air and gradually fading—Ye Mofan came to celebrate the painting's Christmas.Teeth gritted loudly.

This line of words replaced the original declaration with the name of their own young master, and it also made their operation of the Demon Qin Realm a complete failure this time.

As soon as the young master came out of the painting, he vomited blood and passed out. This was a backlash, because the other party polluted the painting with blood for the second time.

Today's original painting of "A Picture of Misty Rain in Weilong City" has been struck by lightning to purify the surface of the scroll, leaving no trace of blood curse.It was unprecedented, and it also made him shudder.

300 years ago, they relied on the blood-stained scrolls, which caused the strength of the fighting picture world to plummet.If someone could purify the blood curse on the scroll, the war would be a different situation.

The proud winning magic weapon was cracked, this matter is no small matter, it must be sent back to the Demon Qin Realm as soon as possible!

Shan Xuan looked down at his unconscious young master, and couldn't help worrying about his supreme master Emperor Zun.

The young master stained the painting with blood, but it was to enter the painting world smoothly, and even suffered a backlash and was severely injured. So far away in the Demon Qin Realm, the Emperor Qin Bumi, who deliberately stained the painting with blood, cast a more powerful blood on the painting. Curse, I don't know how it will be affected?

Regardless of what Emperor Zun is doing now, he should have sensed that this operation has failed, right?

Shan Xuan was dripping with cold sweat, and wiped his face with his half-scorched sleeve.It got dirtier and dirtier, and he couldn't care less about it when he was upset.All I know is that the young master must be well protected, and nothing can be lost.Only by protecting the young master with all his strength and leaving the dangerous place of Weilong City, can he and his subordinates survive, and not suffer severe punishment after returning to the Demon Qin Dynasty.

Shan Xuan held the young master's hand and continuously injected ink energy to relieve the opponent's injuries.

He felt that the ink energy in his young master's body had almost disappeared, as if even his potential had been squeezed out, replaced by the cultivation base that only belonged to Dou Tushi, filling his veins.

It's just that these freshmen's cultivation bases are not yet familiar with the young master's body.The young master was in a coma and couldn't control it, and his cultivation was bumping around in his body, making the already severe situation even worse.

Shan Xuan used ink energy to attract these cultivation bases to form a regular cycle in the main body.Big hatred in my heart.If it weren't for Ye Mofan, the young master had already obtained the inheritance of the painting saint, and the inheritance would not have been interrupted in the middle, and he would have ended up like this.

Ye Mofan!

Shan Xuan hated each other so much, he and his subordinates were like shady mice, hiding in a dark and remote corner until the barrier was broken!

Shan Xuan led the young master out of the city while taking advantage of the chaos, and finally escaped from the terrible hell in Weilong City.He didn't dare to stop at all, and only dared to stop to rest when he was fifty miles away from Weilong City.

When he was on his way, he did not forget to bite his finger, and took out a huge petal of ink lotus from his bosom, and painted a talisman to drip blood on it.

There are ups and downs on the lotus petals, forming a black vortex.

"Shan Xuan, why did you contact me?" A voice came out from the vortex, the voice was disturbed and there was a continuous buzzing sound, and a vague figure appeared on Mo Lian.

Hearing the familiar male voice from the opposite side, Shan Xuan's face was covered with cold sweat, anticipation emerged.

"Boss Yuwen! Help!" He wailed and begged for help from his immediate superior, "Please be sure to intercede for me in front of Emperor Zun, I don't want to die!"

The other side was silent for a moment and said, "Did you screw it up?"

"Um……"

The other side calmly asked: "Is the young master safe?"

"The young master has been escorted out of Weilong City by me. Although he is seriously injured and unconscious, his life is safe." Shan Xuan heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't help but rejoice, but then said another sad news, "Boss Yuwen, Zong Haozhan Death, no bones left, all because of a fighter named Ye Mofan..."

He passed on what happened in Weilong City in detail, until the lotus petals became hot and hot, and the signal connecting the two worlds was automatically cut off.

Fortunately, Shan Xuan has already told the other party what he should say, and is waiting for new instructions.

This trip to Weilong City was originally to observe the changes in Doutushi's strength over the past 300 years. Unexpectedly, he almost took his own life and sacrificed one of the top four generals of the dynasty. Such a loss is too heavy up!

……

In the Mo Qin Dynasty, in the emperor's hall, the supreme master was retreating, the door of the hall was locked, and the guards in front of the door were heavily guarded, and no one dared to disturb him.

This day is Lu Hua's birthday, and it is also the first day of inheritance of Weilong City.

Qin Bumiai counted the time and sat in meditation on an ink lotus platform, his whole body was enveloped in ink energy, he had not moved for a whole day.The spiritual consciousness left the body, lurking on Qin Wuji's body, and was brought into the painting world.

Before coming into contact with Lu Xiuyuan's remaining inheritance, Qin Bumiai's divine consciousness was lurking in the deepest layer of Qin Wuji's consciousness, which was a dark and empty space.

Without light and sound, most people would feel irritable if they stayed for a while, and they would go crazy if they stayed any longer.But he waited patiently. After all, 300 years have already passed, so what is this little time?

Finally, the ink qi squeezed out from Qin Wuji's body dispersed, allowing Emperor Zun's consciousness to appear in the world of the painting, where he saw Lu Xiuyuan's remnant consciousness.

As expected, the other party chose his son as the inheritor, and forced out all the ink energy in his body.

Probably because they are too familiar with each other, the actions of the other party are all in his expectation, no accident.

The result of his careful calculation was exactly the same as what he met now, but Qin Bumiai didn't feel the slightest satisfaction.

He looked to the opposite side, the peach blossom tree was covered with petals, and the white-clothed and silver-haired painting saint stood in front of him, surrounded by ink.

"Brother Xie, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

If it wasn't for the fact that the white-clothed painter had only a crippled consciousness, and was strongly disturbed by his mental calculations and unintentional use of ink energy, Lu Xiuyuan would never have been able to say such gentle words with a smile when he saw him.

Emperor Zun walked towards the other party, his appearance and clothes changing every step he took.In just a few steps, he turned back into the old warrior.

On the stone table not far away, there was a wine glass used by the other party, Emperor Zun's heart fluttered, and he said: "Brother Xiu Yuan, you are drunk!"

The ink qi shook the remaining consciousness of the painting saint in white. He stepped forward and was finally able to support the other's crumbling body.The contact between consciousness and consciousness seems to be able to touch the once fresh flesh.

"Be careful, let me help you to rest on the stone bench." This is what he would say to the other party in the past.Lu Xiuyuan is greedy for drinking, and after drinking with him, he will always be overwhelmed by alcohol, but he also likes to drink strong alcohol, leaving him to clean up the mess.

Lu Xiuyuan's face was slightly drunk, Emperor Zun greedily looked at this familiar scene, full of memories and sighs.

He hadn't seen the other party for 300 years, so long that after the other party deliberately started the inheritance and downplayed his own existence, even if he was as strong as him, he always worried that one day he would never remember the other party's face anymore.

As the greatest threat to the Demon Qin Dynasty, even if Lu Huasheng died for 300 years, the enchantment set by him still trapped him and Demon Qin, making it impossible for him to return to the beautiful place of Doutu Continent. Then come to Weilong City, the former residence of the other party, and miss the time when the two drank together under the peach blossom tree.

Missing the old people does not delay the clear recognition of one's own identity.

There can be no second painting saint in the world of fighting pictures!Lu Xiuyuan's inheritance is too important, except for him, no one is allowed to occupy and obtain everything from the other party.

Back then, he pierced the opponent's abdomen with a sword, and his battle clothes were stained with the opponent's blood.He stole Lu Xiuyuan's blood, and from that moment on, he was plotting to use the bond of blood to gain the other party's strength.

If Qin Wuji's child succeeds in obtaining the inheritance, there will be no more painting saint in the world who is against Mo Qin.He can also let the child who inherits everything from the other party use the power of inheritance to break the barrier set by the other party himself.

If it doesn't work, don't let any Tutu Master want to inherit the inheritance painting stained by his holy blood in the future, coveting to share the power of the painting saint.

From now on, he no longer has to worry that one day he will suddenly not remember what Lu Xiuyuan looked like in the past.

Although seeing his old man made him miss him very much, what he has to do today is to let Qin Wuji get everything smoothly.

It's just that the child he entrusted with a heavy responsibility reminded Lu Huasheng of his incapacity: "Be careful!"

Lu Huasheng's remaining consciousness broke free from the control of his ink energy.

Rebel!The best opportunity has been missed, and it will be difficult to control Lu Xiuyuan.As the inheritor, Qin Wuji's rebellious son's resistance also increased the difficulty for him to control the inheritance.

Fortunately, he still has a second hand, and more spiritual consciousness poured into the world in the painting, trying to control Qin Wuji's mind, and Emperor Zun silently recited the secret spell.But as soon as the beginning was cast, lightning struck straight at him.

The whole scene in the painting world began to shake and distort, and he was also hit hard by the sudden lightning, and his consciousness was severely injured.

"Pfft—" In Emperor Zun's hall, Emperor Zun spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his consciousness collapsed.

Perhaps it was the contact with Lu Huasheng's residual consciousness, and countless memories of the past 300 years ago flashed in his mind.

When they met for the first time, he casually said with a smile: "What is the name of this powerful fighter who can call wind and rain?"

"Lu Xiuyuan."

"Cultivating Fate?...Half Fate Cultivator and Half Fate Lord. Good name!" He heard the thanks from countless villagers around him, and casually named himself, "My name is... Xie Junen."

"Real name?" The other party asked suspiciously.

"Probably." He smiled, "In Doutu Dalu, I only have such a name."

Half-margin monasticism half-margin monarch.

Lu Xiuyuan, your name is Xiuyuan, and the fate of meeting me here is to cultivate fate with me.

……

The memory shifts again.

That was three years after they met.

Seeing him returning to the Peach Blossom Courtyard covered in blood, Lu Huasheng frowned and asked, "Are you injured?"

He shook his head and said, "Other people's blood."

I don't want to explain a word more.

Lu Huasheng's brows were even more worried: "Brother Xie, they all said that Jiang Huajun's death was related to you. I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I didn't believe it. I only believed what you said. Tell me, this matter is what you said. Why?"

"It's not me." He resolutely said.

"If you say no, I will believe you." Lu Huazun didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Because I regard you as a brother."

They drank a lot of wine that day, Lu Xiuyuan passed out as usual, and lay down on the stone table.Peach blossoms fell all over Lu Xiuyuan's body. He took a petal from the other's silver hair and rolled it between his fingertips.

At this time, King Xi, who also flowed the blood of the Demon Qin royal family like him, appeared in front of him: "Di Zun, this is a good time to kill him, what are you waiting for?"

"Xi Xue! He is my most respected opponent. I killed him when he was unprepared. Am I such a coward who dare not fight?"

King Xi bowed his head and said, "Brother Huang, please calm down. I'm just afraid that such an opponent, if I leave him by mistake, countless troubles will happen in the future, and it's too late to regret. Brother Huang doesn't want to be a despicable villain, so let Xi Xue take action."

"roll!"

……

Qin Bumiai forcibly suppressed this memory, but another memory appeared in his mind.

It was already a battle between the two worlds, and he had a complete showdown with Lu Xiuyuan.

Lu Huasheng laughed sadly and said: "Brother Xie said he never did it, I believed you. But you failed my trust!"

Qin Bumiai said with bitterness in his mouth: "You and I are enemies but not friends. I did lie to you from the very beginning."

"Hey hey——" Lu Xiuyuan's expression was not unexpected, and he said coldly, "Thank you for your kindness! Do you want me to thank you for your kindness every time I call you the name of Emperor Zun? Thank you for letting the people of the Doutu world suffer? Thank you for everything you have done on this land? Qin Bumiai, you are very good, I am incompatible with you! If I cannot defeat you today, I would rather die!"

"Brother Xiuyuan..."

"You don't deserve to call me!" Lu Huasheng resolutely said, "Brother Xie I knew is dead, and he died at your hands. Between you and me, only one can live."

"Pfft!" In the Emperor's Hall, another mouthful of black blood spurted out and splashed onto Mo Liantai.Qin Bumiai was backlashed by the blood-stained scroll, and almost lost his temper. Lines of black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and eyes.